The Dutchman he was legend. He was carved at the great war.

He went where eagles dared to fly. And kept coming back for more.

He was huge in more than stature. He was the edge of sword and knife.

Left a carnage in nights silence. For the ones who still held life.

In times of peace and loving. When the healing had begun.

I found his story from the words of my friend, The Dutchman’s son.